The Next Time I See You

Come back, come back again, black eyes

All is forgiven this time

Come back, come back again, bruises

All is a matter of trying

You cut your hair

You act differently to what I suppose you would do

You cut your hair

You talk differently now, to what I remember how

Come back, come back again, black eyes

All is a matter of opinions

Who put this blood in my veins?

Who told me not to go to sleep?

You cut your hair

You act differently to what I suppose you would do

You cut your hair

You talk differently now, to what I remember how

You cut your hair

You act differently to what I suppose you would do

You cut your hair

You talk differently now, to what I remember how

You cut your hair

You act differently to what I suppose you would do

You cut your hair

You cut your hair